· Jun 18, 2022 at 1:12 pm
Ten years ago I sat where I am now smoking menthols. The bushes were small enough I could see the alley down behind them. The pallet on the left was completely blue. The neighbor’s little dog was constantly barking. I didn’t wear glasses. I had a different job, different friends, different truck.
In the immortal words of Mr. Carlson, “what would be the point of living if we didn’t let life change us?”